[In the moment between his question and Bruce's response, Dick just stood, frozen, not sure what to do or say or think. He'd meant what he'd said, even if he hadn't meant for it to be public, or even for anyone to hear him say it ever, especially not Bruce because it just wasn't something they talked about.
But any fears or doubts he had about his reaction were pushed aside with the hug, the second in so short a time initiated by Bruce and not him, but still, it just feels right, given the circumstances. He doesn't share Tim's doubts or worries about that.
So he just lets out a sort of choked laugh which might have actually been a small part sob and almost immediately relaxes into the hug, just as easily as he'd done when he was a terrified little kid, putting his arms around Bruce and pressing his face against his shoulder, grinning even if his dad can't see it.]
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But any fears or doubts he had about his reaction were pushed aside with the hug, the second in so short a time initiated by Bruce and not him, but still, it just feels right, given the circumstances. He doesn't share Tim's doubts or worries about that.
So he just lets out a sort of choked laugh which might have actually been a small part sob and almost immediately relaxes into the hug, just as easily as he'd done when he was a terrified little kid, putting his arms around Bruce and pressing his face against his shoulder, grinning even if his dad can't see it.]
Good. I'm glad you're okay.